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Feb 2016
Your arm is always there
To snake around me
And when I am weak,
Even when can't stand it
I want to fall back on you.
I want to thrash against it
Want to scream, cry, fight,
But my fist is only caught by shards of mirror glass.

2/7/16
Torias
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Torias
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